In April, on Friday the Thirteenth, I broke my 5th metacarpal bone - the one on the side of my dominant hand. I did it in the silliest, stupidest way possible. An ant surprised me by touching my hand while I was writing my to-do list for the day, and I instinctively karate chopped it. Post-chop, the ant was no where to be found, and my hand hurt on a level best communicated in four letter words at top volume without children present. X-rays showed it to be a spiral fracture, and those words ("Spiral Fracture") tend to illicit a sharp hiss and eyebrows raised in pity from doctors and nurses alike. I needed an immediate cast, though surgery was not necessary. This being my first ever broken bone, I was strongly tempted to get a hot pink plaster cast, but was talked out of it by my husband. I opted for a state of the art, black, moldable brace. I still can't take it off for any reason, but at least it's a little lighter, a little sleeker and maybe a little more comfortable. The doctors lied and told me it would be 4 weeks total in the cast. After 3 weeks and an x-ray, I was told it will be another 2.5 weeks "at least". In the intervening time I have published three new patterns, created a facebook community page for people working on my patterns, designed this website, re-organized every nook and cranny of my crafty life, painted my cast and have been going slowly insane. I need my hand back. I have no idea what to do next, but it won't be designing more crochet patterns. Unfortunately, that will have to wait until the cast comes off.
